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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
melhore do que o granito
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
quem estará nomeando o vento

 



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