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năo gire sua cabeça
eu sei năo onde
eu estou cantando-lhe
em seu vôo
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
um pensamento doce solemn
os céus que eram ashen e sober

 



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