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sad love poem

qual se mantem
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
veja que eu me dou a você
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
temos nós nenhum shame?
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
tempestade
diga-me não

 



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