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autumn poem

última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
para trás, gire para trás
a escuridăo
a música i ouvido com vocę era mais do que a música
eu moldei o mundo
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
năo seja falso
eu soube o silęncio das estrelas e do mar
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
muito bem, vocę liberais

 



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