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love poem

eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu encho este copo
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
disse
eu sou velho e cego
há qualquer um lá
em sua barraca guardada
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
macia agora a luz do dia
uma vez este turf macio
composto do loveliness sozinho

 



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