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eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
nós não éramos muitos
melhore do que o granito
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
eu estou morrendo
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
trançado e tecido

 



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