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fall poem

traga-me a canção macia
cidade que não é uma cidade
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
e meu nome é truthful
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
para trás, gire para trás
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
assim perdido
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
as montanhas são povos silenciosos

 



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