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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
em sua barraca guardada
o que era ele os motores ditos
no alvorecer, disse
deixe-me ser sad
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
simplesmente falando
desolado e solitário
doubtless eu recordo ainda
agora quando meus bordos viverem
e enquanto nĂłs andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas

 



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