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christmas poem

desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
tempestade
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
com alegria e maravilha
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
não gire sua cabeça
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
e assim vai
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
onde deva mim encontre-o

 



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