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retirement poem

os dias melancólicos vieram
a noite era preta e drear
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
do assoalho ao teto
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada

 



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