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e pão do breaketh mais
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
deve ir para trás, disse
não permaneça não mais
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
como uma vela branca

 



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