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como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
esta é a canção da juventude
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu gosto d
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto

 



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