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cidade que não é uma cidade
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
em sua barraca guardada
em todas as coisas não faladas de
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
pela ponte rude
sob a folha dusky do laurel

 



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