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marriage poem

como um homem despido mim vai
era não para esse cheiro singular
uma pena do aço
era o outono do ano
nobility da morte outra vez
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
a noite era preta e drear
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
no porto de york novo
há um país completamente do vinho

 



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