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havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
os prayers brancos pequenos
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
quando eu era um menino na faculdade

 



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