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há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
as sombras dos navios
existir da cisne
em setembro
lá pela janela na casa velha
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras

 



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