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no porto de york novo
são você acordado?
caído assim
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
não permaneça não mais
sombras voadas que varrem perto
sob a lua da colheita
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
noite misteriosa
o que nós fará agora
simplicity
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus

 



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