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halloween poem

o que mim lhe devem
doce e forte
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim

 



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