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balançado no berço do profundo
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
filhas do tempo
perguntam-me onde eu estive
agora quando meus bordos viverem
o ar é como uma borboleta
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade

 



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