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em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
para então without
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
teria mesmo seu gracejo
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo

 



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