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autumn poem

eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu tenho que dizer good-night
as canções antigas
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
melancolia, azul era
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
o que mim lhe devem
vinho velho a beber
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
os céus que eram ashen e sober
e ainda andaram sobre
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu

 



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