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nature poem

receoso não mais, eu digo
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
algum queixou-se ao mestre
nós colocamos
renove a visão do prazer
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
ruídos que strive rasgar
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado

 



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