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rode-me para baixo pelo prado
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
não esteja irritado com mim
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
e com o pássaro humming
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
uma tempestade está montando na maré

 



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