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uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
a neve sussurra sobre mim
fala não bem
a festa real foi feita
este é o navio da pérola
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
com os olhos meek, marrons
poderíamos nós mas para saber
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
uma pena do aço

 



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