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eu estive
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
eu resido na montanha da tabela
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
para a verdade, para o amor
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
três anos há hoje
do sol nem das estrelas
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
você é bonito e desvanecido

 



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