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pumpkin poem

são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
sobre o rio beckon a mim
os dias hypocritic
teria mesmo seu gracejo
até sua janela da câmara
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
não do mundo largo do todo
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
este é o arsenal

 



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