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e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
esta é a canção da juventude
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
têm você ouvido
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
renove a visão do prazer
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
filhas do tempo
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
seu cabelo bonito
sombras voadas que varrem perto

 



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