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dark poetry

uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma Ă© athirst
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocĂŞ se chama me, chamada
agora quando meus bordos viverem
fora do mar sparkling
existir da cisne
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
havia trĂŞs no prado pelo ribeiro

 



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