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para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
estes sejam
eu moldei o mundo
nĂŁo esteja irritado com mim
sadly falando
porque sĂŁo as coisas que nĂŁo tĂŞm nenhuma morte
duas fileiras dos repolhos
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
rosas e ouro
em e sobre
eu amo minha vida, mas nĂŁo demasiado bem
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verĂŁo brilhada
eu sei o que você está indo dizer

 



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