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eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
até sua janela da câmara
era uma beleza nos dias
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
era o outono do ano
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
eu detestei-o
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante

 



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