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fall poem

do assoalho ao teto
havia tręs no prado pelo ribeiro
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
pôde tę-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
escuro-eyed
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu tive um medo em minha vida
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno

 



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