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minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
calma como que segundo verão
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
eu resido na montanha da tabela
composto do loveliness sozinho
se ele
eu estive

 



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