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a noite era preta e drear
todos tragam os anos
uma pena do aço
talvez
short e doce, e nós viemos ŕ extremidade dela
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
năo pendure nenhuma grinalda
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
flores dos bebęs
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
na terra silenciosa
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor

 



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