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fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
pela ponte rude
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
fala não bem
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
ao longo de um river-side
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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