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o sol está acima
eu não queimo nenhum incense
sol e vento e batida do mar
diga-me
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
doubtless eu recordo ainda
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente

 



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