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friendship poem

eu sou velho e cego
eu encho este copo
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
o alvorecer era verde maçã
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
deixe-nos plantar
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe

 



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