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o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
o alvorecer era verde maçã
a escuridão rola para cima
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
perguntam-me onde eu estive
como ela
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
quem é o corredor nos céus
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
em sua barraca guardada
paredes e enorme elevados

 



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