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african american poetry

diz de épocas velhas boas
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
vinho velho a beber
agora que eu lhe esfriei
e como poderia você sonho da reunião

 



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