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thanksgiving poem

desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
aflija-se năo para o invisível
em seu vôo
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram

 



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