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quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
como uma vela branca
existir da cisne
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
eu sou uma mulher
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
mil anos silenciosos há
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
de nossos lugares escondidos
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
fraco-é voada a canção

 



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