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não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
sob a folha dusky do laurel
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
eu sou o vento que wavers
mulher boa
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
escute

 



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