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pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
porque
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
os prayers brancos pequenos
para trás, gire para trás
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razăo
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst

 



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