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son poem

pela ponte rude
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
balançado no berço do profundo
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
na meia-noite
ame-me no último, ou se você não
eu penso d esplêndido justo
a luz retirada
calma como que segundo verão
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
eu sei não onde
fora do mar sparkling

 



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