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eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
no porto de york novo
eu quero saber ŕs vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
em e sobre
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
eu penso d esplęndido justo
eu vi que vocę hunched e tiritando nas pedras
a noite era preta e drear

 



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