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retirement poem

eu penso d esplêndido justo
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
você recorda
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
esta é a canção da juventude
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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