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grandmother poem

qual eu desejo observar
rosas e ouro
antes do saint de bronze solemn
quem é o corredor nos céus
em números mournful
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
eu encho este copo
os arcos da ponte vermelha
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
quando eu retornei no por do sol
uma vez este turf macio

 



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