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poem for pastors

nunca em toda minha vida
o mais saddest do ano
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
assim perdido
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
até sua janela da câmara
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
para a verdade, para o amor
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido

 



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