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com o por do sol
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
com os olhos meek, marrons
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim

 



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