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friendship poem

era não para esse cheiro singular
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
calma como que segundo verão
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
os dias melancólicos vieram
desolado e solitário
poderíamos nós mas para saber
eu estive
cai aqui nenhuma luz
splendor doce
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas

 



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