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apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
eu sou o vento que wavers
acima dos prados ricos com milho
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
em sua barraca guardada
eu estive pelo casement aberto
gloom
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
eu năo queimo nenhum incense
deus
sadly falando

 



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