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autumn poem

este é o arsenal
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
eu penso d esplêndido justo
três anos há hoje
filhas do tempo
porque assim sad meu encantador?
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
diga-me
nunca em toda minha vida
as canções antigas
balançado no berço do profundo
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
acima de e para baixo vai
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de

 



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