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footprint poem

o céu
vinho velho a beber
escute
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
última meia-noite
splendor doce
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
sadly falando
vivido pelo river-side
como águias na elevação ascendente

 



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