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limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
levantado dos mortos
desde que, se vocę estiver por meu lado hoje
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
tempestade
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
pôde tę-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
noite misteriosa

 



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