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havia um strangeness em seus bordos
melancolia, azul era
eu sou o vento que wavers
eu no posso diz-lo agora
fora do mar sparkling
para estes braos brancos sobre minha garganta
um cu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
eu vi a primeira pera
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
em sua barraca guardada
tempestade
cai aqui nenhuma luz

 



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