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eu vi a primeira pera
a fragrância veio
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
eu disse, mim fechei meu coraçăo
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
năo permaneça năo mais
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocę se chama me, chamada
a neve sussurra sobre mim
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
diz de épocas velhas boas

 



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