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a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocę se chama me, chamada
se eu for muito certo
năo pendure nenhuma grinalda
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
e nse
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
estes sejam
sombras voadas que varrem perto
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar

 



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