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quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
eu vou minha maneira complacently
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
bonito
rosas e ouro
há uma hora do descanso calmo
um history muito notável isto é
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
olhar além
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
o doce com fern e levantou-se

 



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