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deus
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
receoso não mais, eu digo
há um país completamente do vinho
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
são você vivo?
em seu vôo
quem é o corredor nos céus
as sombras dos navios

 



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