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em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu vi-o uma vez antes
até sua janela da câmara
trançado e tecido
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
paredes e enorme elevados
este é o arsenal

 



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