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eu penso d esplêndido justo
ao lado de um campo stricken
eu estou morrendo
como um homem despido mim vai
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
todo meu amor para meu doce
vinho velho a beber
rosas e ouro
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
eu vi a primeira pera
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly

 



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