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pouca porta foi alcançada no último
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
porque
o ar é como uma borboleta
há um país completamente do vinho
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
ao lado de um campo stricken
lá pela janela na casa velha
material da lua

 



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