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eu não pray para a paz
filhas do tempo
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
do assoalho ao teto
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
eu vi a primeira pera
ainda treze anos
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
até sua janela da câmara
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel

 



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