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life poem

sobre o rio, no monte
a noite era preta e drear
irmĂŁo, eu sou fogo
todos tragam os anos
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
tĂŞm vocĂŞ nĂŁo ouvido
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
eu quero saber onde vocĂŞ vive

 



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