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romantic poem

eu sou o vento que wavers
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
macia agora a luz do dia
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
veja que eu me dou a você
quem ama a chuva
como águias na elevação ascendente

 



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