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você recorda
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
e ainda andaram sobre
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
última meia-noite
se ele
eu estou cantando-lhe
quem ama a chuva
na esfera
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido

 



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