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friendship poetry

apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
fala năo bem
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
ao longo de um river-side
eu sou velho e cego
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
como ela

 



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