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eu estou morrendo
os prayers brancos pequenos
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
eu vi com olhos abertos
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
traga-me a canção macia
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
era o outono do ano
eu prendo seu coração
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim

 



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