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memorial poem

do sol nem das estrelas
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
uma vez este turf macio
agora que eu lhe esfriei
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
dê-me a fome
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
diga-me não
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
levantado dos mortos
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
as montanhas são povos silenciosos

 



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