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break up poem

truely
do assoalho ao teto
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
eu não queimo nenhum incense
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar

 



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