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eu ganhei a raça
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
deixe-me ser sad
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
mil anos silenciosos há
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
na esfera
o corpo pode confinar
nobility da morte outra vez
de nossos lugares escondidos
simplicity

 



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