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son poem

eu não pray para a paz
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
muito bem, você liberais
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
como uma vela branca
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
cai aqui nenhuma luz

 



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