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última meia-noite
mundo que muda sob minha mão
duas fileiras dos repolhos
em números mournful
a escuridão rola para cima
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
o mais saddest do ano
eu vi-o uma vez antes
eu penso d esplêndido justo
eu moldei o mundo
nunca em toda minha vida

 



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