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friendship poetry

diga-me năo
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu estou cantando-lhe
teria mesmo seu gracejo
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
a noite era preta e drear
deixe-me ser sad
a algum os deuses gordos
escute
a terra mantem algum ir da vibraçăo
năo seja falso
a música i ouvido com vocę era mais do que a música

 



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