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friendship poem

muito bem, você liberais
eu encho este copo
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
eu estive pelo casement aberto
eu não queimo nenhum incense
cidade que não é uma cidade
composto do loveliness sozinho
sad são que sabem não o amor
eu tive um medo em minha vida
material da lua
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
acima de e para baixo vai
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina

 



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