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a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu estou cantando-lhe
do assoalho ao teto
e com o pássaro humming
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
como uma vela branca
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu tive um medo em minha vida

 



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