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com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
se eu for muito certo
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
o que era ele os motores ditos
este é o arsenal
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
agora quando meus bordos viverem
o ar é como uma borboleta
era muitas e muito um ano há
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
os poetas dizem
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
uma pena do aço

 



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