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sad death poem

frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
se eu for muito certo
eu soube o silęncio das estrelas e do mar
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
um olhar é mas um raio
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
a algum os deuses gordos

 



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