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tempestade
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
deve ir para trás, disse
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
temos nós nenhum shame?
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
deixe um sustento da alegria você
lá pela janela na casa velha
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
se ele
balançado no berço do profundo

 



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