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daughter poem

as canções velhas
cidade que não é uma cidade
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
no porto de york novo
os poetas dizem
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
eu prendo seu coração
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
gloom
eu estive
mundo que muda sob minha mão
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
veja que eu me dou a você

 



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