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retirement poem

escute
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
sol e vento e batida do mar
no porto de york novo
para então without
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
muito bem, você liberais
ainda treze anos
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
você recorda
o prado estava rastejando

 



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