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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
escute
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
e pão do breaketh mais
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
uma milha atrás

 



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