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eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
eu não pray para a paz
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
sumário em uma noite do vôo
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved

 



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