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angel poem

apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
cidade que não é uma cidade
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
têm você não ouvido
os prayers brancos pequenos
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
há uma hora do descanso calmo
o que nós fará agora

 



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