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baby poem

quando eu era um menino na faculdade
traga-me a canção macia
quando você vier hoje à noite
em sua barraca guardada
a algum os deuses gordos
acima de e para baixo vai
paredes e enorme elevados
macia agora a luz do dia
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
sob a lua da colheita
eu gosto d

 



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