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father poem

veja, desta moeda falsa dele
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
esta é a canção da juventude
a luz retirada
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
trançado e tecido
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
última meia-noite

 



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