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thanksgiving poem

há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
onde deva mim encontre-o
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
cara esposa
diga-me
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos

 



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