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eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
mil anos silenciosos há
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
você é meu companheiro
de nossos lugares escondidos
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
cidade que não é uma cidade
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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