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sad love poem

era não para esse cheiro singular
receoso não mais, eu digo
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
dê-me
quando você vier hoje à noite
no porto de york novo
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito

 



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