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com os olhos meek, marrons
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
diga-me
não se aflija que sobre
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
eu amei uma mulher
poderíamos nós mas para saber
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
através do peito aching da terra larga
este é o arsenal
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio

 



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