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grandmother poem

as canções antigas
na meia-noite
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
era uma oysterman novo alto
bonito
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
eu sou fevered
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
há uma hora do descanso calmo

 



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