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autumn poem

ame-me no último, ou se você não
sabe uma liberação barata
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
para trás, gire para trás
a algum os deuses gordos
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
doce e forte
fraco-é voada a canção
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
cara esposa
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante

 



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