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para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
glass-blower do tempo
sob a folha dusky do laurel
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
macia weeping
sad são que sabem não o amor
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
o mais saddest do ano
como ela
escute
para trás, gire para trás

 



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