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como águias na elevação ascendente
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
filhas do tempo
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
eu sou velho e cego

 



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