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os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
fala não bem
ido antes de nós
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
macio como a cama na terra
até sua janela da câmara
qual eu desejo observar
levantado dos mortos
eu resido na montanha da tabela
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
não gire sua cabeça
mil anos silenciosos há
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final

 



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