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fall poem

em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
diga-me
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
uma vez este turf macio
do sol nem das estrelas
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
era uma oysterman novo alto
sabe uma liberação barata

 



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