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tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
na esfera

 



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