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retirement poem

levantado dos mortos
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
fraco-é voada a canção
diz de épocas velhas boas
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
qual se mantem

 



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