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wedding poem

veio fazer exame de me pela mão
ao longo dos bancos
do assoalho ao teto
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
o que mim lhe devem
eu sou fevered
a fragrância veio
em todas as coisas não faladas de
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
como águias na elevação ascendente

 



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