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death poem

quando eu olhei em seus olhos
qual eu desejo observar
um com vocĂŞ
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
o corpo pode confinar
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
na esfera
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
há qualquer um lá
eu nĂŁo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
na meia-noite

 



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