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sad love poem

passado unrelenting do thou
receoso não mais, eu digo
se eu for muito certo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
o corpo pode confinar
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
havia um momento em anos anteriores
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz

 



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