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receoso não mais, eu digo
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
paredes e enorme elevados
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
diga-me não
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu detestei-o
um pássaro cantou
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
em sua barraca guardada

 



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