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fall poem

tempestade
nós que estiveram
um pensamento doce solemn
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
uma milha atrás
sabe uma liberação barata
uma vez este turf macio
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
escute o mar soando
você recorda
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
última meia-noite
macia agora a luz do dia

 



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