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good bye poem

eu disse
conseqüentemente eu não posso
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
um pássaro cantou
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
em sua barraca guardada
sob a folha dusky do laurel
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves

 



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