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pouca porta foi alcançada no último
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
eu ganhei a raça
ainda treze anos
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
deixe um sustento da alegria você
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
quem estará nomeando o vento

 



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