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wedding poetry

ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
rosas e ouro
simplesmente falando
última meia-noite
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite

 



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