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talvez
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
eu penso d esplêndido justo
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração

 



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