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retirement poem

veja, desta moeda falsa dele
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
no porto de york novo
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
havia um momento em anos anteriores

 



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