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não gire sua cabeça
agora quando meus bordos viverem
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
irmão, eu sou fogo
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
você é meu companheiro
conseqüentemente eu não posso
têm você ouvido
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz

 



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