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concrete poetry

tęm vocę andar visto através da vila
estourou o vinho feroz
cidade que năo é uma cidade
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
se eu souber o narrow uma prisăo é amor
a festa real foi feita
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
a fragrância veio
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu sei o que vocę está indo dizer
eu sou velho e cego

 



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