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eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
eu tive um medo em minha vida
um history muito notável isto é
perguntam-me onde eu estive
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu disse
o que nós fará agora
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
doce e forte
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
agora quando meus bordos viverem

 



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