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thanksgiving poem

rosas e ouro
como nivelar cai
material da lua
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
paredes e enorme elevados
todo meu amor para meu doce
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
muito bem, você liberais
nós que estiveram
eu sou o vento que wavers
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor

 



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