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splendor doce
há um país completamente do vinho
e com o pássaro humming
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
uma milha atrás
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
são você acordado?
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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