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a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
não se aflija que sobre
diz de épocas velhas boas
como uma vela branca
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
têm você andar visto através da vila
os poetas dizem
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
os prayers brancos pequenos
era o outono do ano

 



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