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receoso não mais, eu digo
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
talvez
antes do saint de bronze solemn
esteja em mim como os modos eternal

 



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