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minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
em e sobre
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
você recorda
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
mundo que muda sob minha mão
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
qual eu desejo observar

 



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