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são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
e pão do breaketh mais
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
eu tive um medo em minha vida
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
travails da terra
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
qual eu desejo observar
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
deve ir para trás, disse

 



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