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sad love poem

prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
ainda treze anos
a escuridão
calma como que segundo verão
ao lado de um campo stricken
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
para a verdade, para o amor
com o por do sol
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
paredes e enorme elevados

 



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