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dentro de minha măo eu prendo
eu penso d esplęndido justo
eighty anos passaram, e mais
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
uma milha atrás
agite
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
para prestar atençăo o dia inteiro ŕ onda azul ondular e quebrar
é ido
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
dę-me
melhore do que o granito
tręs anos há hoje

 



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