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eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
o alvorecer era verde maçã

 



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