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sad death poem

fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
agora quando meus bordos viverem
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
perguntam-me onde eu estive
diga-me não
homem frio stern

 



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