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quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
todo meu amor para meu doce
de nossos lugares escondidos
eu estive
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
nós colocamos
eu vi que vocę hunched e tiritando nas pedras
na terra silenciosa
săo idos os tręs, aquelas irmăs raras
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
doce e forte
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade

 



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