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baby poem

apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
o ar é como uma borboleta
vontade você glimmer no mar?
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
irmão, eu sou fogo
homem frio stern
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
uma milha atrás
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda

 



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