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o prado estava rastejando
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
cai aqui nenhuma luz
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
porque
um pensamento doce solemn
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu sou velho e cego

 



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