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father poem

no porto de york novo
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu estou morrendo
doubtless eu recordo ainda
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
de nossos lugares escondidos
eu não pray para a paz
em possa

 



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