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eu ouvi-os na noite
algum queixou-se ao mestre
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
deve ir para trás, disse
muito bem, vocĂŞ liberais
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
levantado dos mortos
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
eu verei uma estrela hoje Ă  noite
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
eu nĂŁo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
as sombras dos navios
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final

 



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