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quietamente, com reverance, no awe
travails da terra
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
em números mournful
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
teria mesmo seu gracejo
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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