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nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
travails da terra
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
sob a lua da colheita
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
veja o tentative
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
escute
nós que estiveram
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite

 



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