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son poem

sob a lua da colheita
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
esta é a canção da juventude
completamente dos rasgos
a luz retirada
eighty anos passaram, e mais
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado

 



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