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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
um com você
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
o mais saddest do ano
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
última meia-noite
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta

 



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