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wedding poem

quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
eu sou fevered
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
o alvorecer era verde maçă
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
vivido pelo river-side
vocę é bonito e desvanecido
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
diga-me năo
os céus que eram ashen e sober
os prayers brancos pequenos

 



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