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frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
este é o arsenal
doce e forte
veja que eu me dou a vocę
seu cabelo bonito
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
no porto de york novo
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
macia agora a luz do dia
as sombras dos navios
uma milha atrás
as estrelas caíram do heaven

 



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