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para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
e nse
um com você
eu tive um medo em minha vida
veja, eles retornam
agite
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
filhas do tempo
eighty anos passaram, e mais
eu amei uma mulher
completamente dos rasgos
para trás, gire para trás

 



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