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suicide poem

há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
uma vida na onda do oceano
acima dos prados ricos com milho
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
temos nós nenhum shame?
agora que eu lhe esfriei
perguntam-me onde eu estive
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
em números mournful
sobre o rio beckon a mim
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
eu estive pelo casement aberto

 



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