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havia um momento em anos anteriores
perguntam-me onde eu estive
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
escute o mar soando
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingĂĽeta
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
calma como que segundo verĂŁo
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo

 



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