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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
cidade que não é uma cidade
ainda treze anos
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
mas alas, sonhos justos
o que nós fará agora
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
uma tempestade está montando na maré
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
carrinho aqui por meu lado
você é meu companheiro
para a verdade, para o amor

 



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