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eu detestei-o
mas alas, sonhos justos
antes do saint de bronze solemn
um pássaro cantou
é ido
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
assim perdido
eu não queimo nenhum incense
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
duas fileiras dos repolhos
material da lua
noite misteriosa

 



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