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uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
nós que estiveram
levantado dos mortos
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
no porto de york novo
felicidade
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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