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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
uma milha atrás
porque
ame-me no último, ou se você não
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
pela costa, pelo mar
sumário em uma noite do vôo
acima dos prados ricos com milho
eu detestei-o
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
escute o mar soando

 



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