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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
uma vez este turf macio
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
o prado estava rastejando
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo

 



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