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em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
vivido pelo river-side
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
existir da cisne
estes sejam
mas alas, sonhos justos
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
o alvorecer era verde maçã
apenas agora
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes

 



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