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eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
um history muito notável isto é
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha

 



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