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daughter poem

como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
nós não éramos muitos
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
eu tenho que dizer good-night
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
com os olhos meek, marrons
veja o tentative
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
para então without
escuro-eyed
o alvorecer era verde maçã

 



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