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short love poem

macia weeping
há qualquer um lá
são você vivo?
mundo que muda sob minha mão
cara esposa
a festa real foi feita
sombras voadas que varrem perto
na terra silenciosa
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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