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baby poem

no alvorecer, disse
em seu vôo
traga-me a canção macia
eu espero-o
o céu
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu sou velho e cego
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
macia weeping
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy

 



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