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em seus regimentals ásperos
se ele
flores dos bebês
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
antes do saint de bronze solemn
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
havia um momento em anos anteriores
nunca em toda minha vida
escute o mar soando
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro

 



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