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um pensamento doce solemn
há qualquer um lá
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
na esfera
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
até sua janela da câmara
do sol nem das estrelas
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
entre as montanhas eu vagueei

 



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