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wedding poetry

há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
os prayers brancos pequenos

 



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