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sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
material da lua
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
seu cabelo bonito
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
macia agora a luz do dia
eu sei o que você está indo dizer

 



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