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há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
quando você vier hoje à noite
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
como águias na elevação ascendente
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
paredes e enorme elevados
você está desobstruído
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir

 



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