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good bye poem

eu vi com olhos abertos
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
um pensamento doce solemn
agora quando meus bordos viverem
diga-me não
ido antes de nós
alguns dias mais ventosos
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
última meia-noite
sol e vento e batida do mar
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas

 



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