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quando eu olhei em seus olhos
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
năo pendure nenhuma grinalda
filhas do tempo
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou

 



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