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fall poem

vinho velho a beber
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
macia weeping
você ouve a chuva?
eu não queimo nenhum incense

 



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