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há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
estes sejam
em seus regimentals ásperos
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
última meia-noite
esta é a canção da juventude
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
sadly falando
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar

 



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