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ainda treze anos
para trás, gire para trás
nós que estiveram
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame

 



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