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através do peito aching da terra larga
ao longo de um river-side
bonito
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
na esfera
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
rode-me para baixo pelo prado

 



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