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o mais saddest do ano
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
na meia-noite
é frequentemente não assim?
diga-me
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
talvez
o céu

 



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