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thanksgiving poem

vinho velho a beber
a escuridão
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu estou morrendo
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
estourou o vinho feroz
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
todo meu amor para meu doce

 



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