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birthday poem

não pendure nenhuma grinalda
vinho velho a beber
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
moonlight profundo e macio
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
o que nós fará agora
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
nós que estiveram
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
eu sou velho e cego
como ela
é ido
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida

 



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