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sad death poem

em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
quando vocę vier hoje ŕ noite
deve ir para trás, disse
o mais saddest do ano
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
eu resido na montanha da tabela
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
no recolhimento da escuridăo e pedem
tęm vocę năo ouvido

 



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