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wedding poem

estourou o vinho feroz
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
cidade que năo é uma cidade
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
no recolhimento da escuridăo e pedem
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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