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friend poem

há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
diz de épocas velhas boas
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor

 



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