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alguns dias mais ventosos
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
nunca em toda minha vida
nós que estiveram
rosas e ouro
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
doubtless eu recordo ainda
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor

 



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