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african american poetry

eu fui acima e trago as ruas
o dia é feito
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
um com você
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
em sua barraca guardada
levantado dos mortos
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
aflija-se não para o invisível
as canções antigas

 



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