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poem for pastors

como uma vela branca
diga-me
eu resido na montanha da tabela
o que nós fará agora
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
levantado dos mortos
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
qual se mantem
para a verdade, para o amor

 



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