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quando você vier hoje à noite
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
receoso não mais, eu digo
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
antes do saint de bronze solemn
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
é ido
aflija-se não para o invisível
desolado e solitário
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
dê-me a fome

 



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