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a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
o corpo pode confinar
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
os poetas dizem
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu ouvi-os na noite
rosas e ouro

 



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