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death poem

a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
sad são que sabem não o amor
eu ganhei a raça
qual eu desejo observar
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão

 



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