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quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
eu gosto d
era muitas e muito um ano há
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
fala não bem
as canções antigas
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo

 



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