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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
sombras voadas que varrem perto
como nivelar cai
algum queixou-se ao mestre
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
porque

 



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