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eu fui acima e trago as ruas
macia weeping
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda

 



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