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sex poem

cidade que năo é uma cidade
eu moldei o mundo
veja o tentative
porque entăo, a obrigaçăo nós vę?
eu năo posso dizę-lo agora
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
vocę recorda
eu estive pelo casement aberto
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
este é o arsenal
mas alas, sonhos justos
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
eu verei uma estrela hoje ŕ noite
e assim vai

 



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