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fall poem

uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu ouvi-os na noite
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
em possa
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu encho este copo
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
um pensamento doce solemn
trançado e tecido

 



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