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eu vi a primeira pera
eu tenho que dizer good-night
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
truely
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
sobre o rio, no monte
melancolia, azul era
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
como nivelar cai
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
eu moldei o mundo

 



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