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nos salőes do sono vocę vagueou perto
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
short e doce, e nós viemos ŕ extremidade dela
a noite era preta e drear
agora que eu lhe esfriei
em todas as coisas năo faladas de
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
vontade vocę glimmer no mar?
os dias melancólicos vieram

 



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