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autumn poem

nós não éramos muitos
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
até sua janela da câmara
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
cão do gingham e o gato do calico
quando eu retornei no por do sol
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
não esteja irritado com mim
deus

 



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