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minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
como águias na elevação ascendente
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
não seja falso
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas

 



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