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há um país completamente do vinho
algum queixou-se ao mestre
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
mas alas, sonhos justos
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
receoso não mais, eu digo
desolado e solitário
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
há qualquer um lá
passado unrelenting do thou
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra

 



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