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eu sou o vento que wavers
em seu vôo
você é bonito e desvanecido
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
truely
acima de e para baixo vai
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma

 



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