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todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
quem é o corredor nos céus
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas

 



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