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esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
diga-me năo

 



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