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autumn poem

era o outono do ano
o prado estava rastejando
os céus que eram ashen e sober
veja que eu me dou a vocę
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
completamente dos rasgos

 



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