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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
agora quando meus bordos viverem
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
o que mim lhe devem
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
não do mundo largo do todo
na meia-noite
eu sou uma mulher
tempestade
e ainda andaram sobre

 



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