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perguntam-me onde eu estive
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
com o por do sol
levantado dos mortos
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
ao lado de um campo stricken
a escuridăo
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro

 



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