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na terra silenciosa
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
as canções antigas
qual eu desejo observar
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
flores dos bebês
não se aflija que sobre
em números mournful
os céus que eram ashen e sober
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho

 



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