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nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
olhar além
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu vi com olhos abertos
existir da cisne
ainda treze anos
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
na esfera
sol e vento e batida do mar

 



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