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sorry poem

com os olhos meek, marrons
no porto de york novo
eu estou cantando-lhe
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
olhar além
eu sei nĂŁo onde
a mĂşsica i ouvido com vocĂŞ era mais do que a mĂşsica
a fragrância veio
quando eu retornei no por do sol
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
a escuridĂŁo rola para cima

 



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