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como uma vela branca
deve ir para trás, disse
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhĂŁ
há uma hora do descanso calmo
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
o corpo pode confinar
desolado e solitário

 



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