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em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
o alvorecer era verde maçã
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
temos nós nenhum shame?
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte

 



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