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nature poem

algum queixou-se ao mestre
sadly falando
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
ido antes de nós
eu vi-o uma vez antes
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
esse ano
o mais saddest do ano
ao lado de um campo stricken
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
para a verdade, para o amor
uma milha atrás
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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