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o que era ele os motores ditos
sad são que sabem não o amor
ido antes de nós
ao lado de um campo stricken
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
como águias na elevação ascendente
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
talvez
deve ir para trás, disse
e ainda andaram sobre
quando você vier hoje à noite

 



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