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eu disse
a escuridăo rola para cima
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razăo
da cançăo e do sonho para ido sempre
talvez năo é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
na meia-noite
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
é ido
o céu
em seu vôo
eu moldei o mundo
material da lua

 



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