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o prado estava rastejando
como uma vela branca
flores dos bebês
quem ama a chuva
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
com os olhos meek, marrons
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
deixe-me ser sad
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
era não para esse cheiro singular
a neve sussurra sobre mim

 



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