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son poem

o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
um com você
você ouve a chuva?
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
porque
eu tenho que dizer good-night
através do peito aching da terra larga
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
eu vi a primeira pera
o que era ele os motores ditos
aflija-se não para o invisível

 



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