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última meia-noite
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
eu espero-o
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
cidade que não é uma cidade
sobre o rio beckon a mim
caído assim
sob a folha dusky do laurel
é ido
as canções velhas
havia um momento em anos anteriores
para a verdade, para o amor
passado unrelenting do thou
veja que eu me dou a você

 



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