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funeral poem

era o outono do ano
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
este é o navio da pérola
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
eu vi a primeira pera
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
eighty anos passaram, e mais
uma vida na onda do oceano
uma milha atrás
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
macia weeping

 



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