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última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
tręs dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
veja, eles retornam
a festa real foi feita
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
filhas do tempo
onde deva mim encontre-o
o doce com fern e levantou-se
em sua barraca guardada
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo

 



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