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para a verdade, para o amor
bonito
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
apenas agora
glass-blower do tempo
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
diz de épocas velhas boas
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
dê-me a fome

 



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