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sad death poem

para a verdade, para o amor
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
algum queixou-se ao mestre
ao longo dos bancos
o sol está acima
eu ouvi-os na noite
em setembro

 



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