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a noite era preta e drear
eu não queimo nenhum incense
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu sou velho e cego
deve ir para trás, disse
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
como águias na elevação ascendente

 



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