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romantic poem

disse
esta é a canção da juventude
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
deve ir para trás, disse
na esfera
uma vida na onda do oceano
ainda treze anos
a noite era preta e drear
eu estive pelo casement aberto
uma pena do aço
agora quando meus bordos viverem
têm você não ouvido
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame

 



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