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life poetry

como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
deve ir para trás, disse
cai aqui nenhuma luz
eu vi a primeira pera
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
macia agora a luz do dia
os céus que eram ashen e sober
deixe um sustento da alegria você

 



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