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porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
quando você vier hoje à noite
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
a neve sussurra sobre mim
agora que eu lhe esfriei
na terra silenciosa
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
de nossos lugares escondidos

 



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