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sorry poem

esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
veja que eu me dou a vocę
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
eu sou velho e cego
seu cabelo bonito
na terra silenciosa
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
agora que eu lhe esfriei
no recolhimento da escuridăo e pedem
o que mim lhe devem
a neve sussurra sobre mim
se ele

 



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