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muito bem, você liberais
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
vinho velho a beber
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
eu amei uma mulher
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
do sol nem das estrelas
agora quando meus bordos viverem
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eu sou velho e cego
uma tempestade está montando na maré

 



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