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quando eu era um menino na faculdade
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
três anos há hoje
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
esse ano
sobre o rio, no monte
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
levantado dos mortos
mas alas, sonhos justos

 



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