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nós que estiveram
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
eu vi com olhos abertos
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
olhar além
sabe uma liberação barata
calma como que segundo verão
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
em possa
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
a festa real foi feita
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante

 



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