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eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
última meia-noite
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
truely
melancolia, azul era
glass-blower do tempo
existir da cisne
a fragrância veio
eu ouvi-os na noite
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
perguntam-me onde eu estive

 



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