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algum queixou-se ao mestre
eu não queimo nenhum incense
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
eu ganhei a raça
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
quem ama a chuva
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
quem estará nomeando o vento
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
cão do gingham e o gato do calico
teria mesmo seu gracejo

 



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