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não pendure nenhuma grinalda
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
lá pela janela na casa velha
doubtless eu recordo ainda
o céu
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras

 



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