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a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
existir da cisne
os prayers brancos pequenos
todo meu amor para meu doce
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
do assoalho ao teto
caído assim

 



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