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nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
caras bonitas, tragical
receoso não mais, eu digo
eu vi com olhos abertos
o que mim lhe devem
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
eu penso d esplêndido justo
eu vi a primeira pera
ido antes de nós
truely
cai aqui nenhuma luz
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
a noite era preta e drear

 



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