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deixe-nos plantar
de nossos lugares escondidos
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
agora que eu lhe esfriei
diga-me não
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
sobre o rio, no monte
desolado e solitário
sol e vento e batida do mar
os céus que eram ashen e sober
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade

 



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