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halloween poem

acima dos prados ricos com milho
era uma oysterman novo alto
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
como ela
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
ame-me no último, ou se você não
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
as canções velhas

 



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