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autumn poetry

limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
os poetas dizem
cai aqui nenhuma luz
estes sejam
eu sei o que vocę está indo dizer
esplęndido e terrível seu amor
vocę pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em vocę

 



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