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christmas poem

acima dos prados ricos com milho
homem frio stern
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
quando você vier hoje à noite
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro

 



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