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quietamente, com reverance, no awe
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
uma vida na onda do oceano
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
os céus que eram ashen e sober
dê-me a fome
o alvorecer era verde maçã
como águias na elevação ascendente
quem estará nomeando o vento
última meia-noite

 



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