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os poetas dizem
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
um pęssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
nós que estiveram
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
olhar além
se eu souber o narrow uma prisăo é amor
eu ouvi-os na noite
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta

 



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