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a agonia de ter demasiado poder
dê-me
escute
eu sou o vento que wavers
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
faça exame de meus bracelets
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
no porto de york novo
caras bonitas, tragical
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas

 



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