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eu quero saber onde você vive
ido antes de nós
cidade que não é uma cidade
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
poderíamos nós mas para saber
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
sob a lua da colheita
e ainda andaram sobre
ame-me no último, ou se você não
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
eu vi-o uma vez antes
os corredores de mármore resounding longos

 



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