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eu sou fevered
travails da terra
mundo que muda sob minha mão
de nossos lugares escondidos
muito bem, você liberais
o sol está acima
glass-blower do tempo
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
eu moldei o mundo
completamente dos rasgos
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu amei uma mulher

 



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