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gothic poetry

há um país completamente do vinho
fora do mar sparkling
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
nós que estiveram
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
as estrelas caíram do heaven
algum queixou-se ao mestre
muito bem, você liberais
fala não bem
têm você andar visto através da vila
sol e vento e batida do mar
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
na terra silenciosa

 



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