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três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
teria mesmo seu gracejo
talvez
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
de nossos lugares escondidos
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
aflija-se não para o invisível
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio

 



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