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nas manhăs nuvem-cinzentas
eu ouvi-os na noite
fala năo bem
fraco-é voada a cançăo
eu despise meus amigos mais do que vocę
um pensamento doce solemn
ainda treze anos
nunca em toda minha vida
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu moldei o mundo
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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