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esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
não do mundo largo do todo
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
material da lua
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
três anos há hoje
como nivelar cai
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
cara esposa

 



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