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agora quando meus bordos viverem
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
em possa
alguns dias mais ventosos
veja que eu me dou a vocĂŞ
nas manhĂŁs nuvem-cinzentas
têm você andar visto através da vila
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
em setembro
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
antes do saint de bronze solemn
sombras voadas que varrem perto
balançado no berço do profundo

 



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