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marriage poem

nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
este é o arsenal
dê-me
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
rosas e ouro
sob a lua da colheita
uma tempestade está montando na maré
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras

 



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