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urdu poetry

esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
os poetas dizem
na meia-noite
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
eu tenho que dizer good-night
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
os navios estĂŁo encontrando-se na baĂ­a
os céus que eram ashen e sober
pensamentos através de minha cabeça

 



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