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no alvorecer, disse
cidade que não é uma cidade
quem é o corredor nos céus
você ouve a chuva?
ruídos que strive rasgar
eu espero-o
eighty anos passaram, e mais
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
eu vi a primeira pera
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
este é o navio da pérola
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta

 



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