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graduation poem

o oeste velho, o tempo velho
eu disse
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
eu moldei o mundo
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
qual se mantem
com o por do sol
e ainda andaram sobre

 



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