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nature poem

entre as montanhas eu vagueei
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
eu estive pelo casement aberto
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
todo meu amor para meu doce
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
com o por do sol
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
este é o arsenal
a neve sussurra sobre mim

 



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