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para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
eu vi a primeira pera
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
para trás, gire para trás
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
sobre o rio beckon a mim
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora

 



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