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para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
havia um momento em anos anteriores
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
eu estive
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
mundo que muda sob minha mão
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
dê-me a fome
todos tragam os anos
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
receoso não mais, eu digo

 



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