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friend poem

eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
você é bonito e desvanecido
eu tive um medo em minha vida
cai aqui nenhuma luz
poderíamos nós mas para saber
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
o que mim lhe devem
eu não pray para a paz
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
sombras voadas que varrem perto
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
ido antes de nós
sob a folha dusky do laurel

 



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