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love poem

amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
filhas do tempo
eighty anos passaram, e mais
eu estive
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
agite
nós não éramos muitos
acima dos prados ricos com milho

 



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