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family poem

em todas as coisas não faladas de
com os olhos meek, marrons
há uma hora do descanso calmo
sobre o rio beckon a mim
na meia-noite
eu estou cantando-lhe
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
são você acordado?
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
arched a inundação
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
eighty anos passaram, e mais

 



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