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entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
o ar é como uma borboleta
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
eu sei não onde
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
os dias melancólicos vieram
eu estive pelo casement aberto
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave

 



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