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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
conseqĂĽentemente eu nĂŁo posso
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
nĂŁo seja falso
em e sobre
era uma beleza nos dias
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
o alvorecer era verde maçã
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
se eu for muito certo
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
o prado estava rastejando
como nivelar cai

 



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