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sono, irmão cinzento da morte
um pensamento doce solemn
irmão, eu sou fogo
ainda treze anos
dê-me a fome
como uma vela branca
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
e meu nome é truthful
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
veja, desta moeda falsa dele

 



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