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sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
estes sejam
eu vi com olhos abertos
eu sou uma mulher
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
năo pendure nenhuma grinalda
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
o corpo pode confinar
eu gosto d
em possa

 



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