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baby poem

eu encho este copo
cai aqui nenhuma luz
deus
assim perdido
macio como a cama na terra
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
agora quando meus bordos viverem
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
eu disse
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
melhore do que o granito
traga-me a canção macia

 



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