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good bye poem

não esteja irritado com mim
melancolia, azul era
com alegria e maravilha
eu sou o vento que wavers
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
como águias na elevação ascendente
aflija-se não para o invisível
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
todo meu amor para meu doce

 



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