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não se aflija que sobre
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
perguntam-me onde eu estive
a noite era preta e drear
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell

 



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