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love friendship poem

eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
quem estará nomeando o vento
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
o sol está acima
eu sei não onde
perguntam-me onde eu estive
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio

 



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