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mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
com o por do sol
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
na esfera
teria mesmo seu gracejo
eu detestei-o
em todas as coisas não faladas de
não esteja irritado com mim
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
escute

 



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