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thanksgiving poem

pouca porta foi alcançada no último
vivido pelo river-side
uma tempestade está montando na maré
disse
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
têm você não ouvido
receoso não mais, eu digo
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
três anos há hoje
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas

 



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