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religious poem

quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
a algum os deuses gordos
em seu vôo
cai aqui nenhuma luz
eu penso d esplêndido justo
têm você ouvido
eu estive pelo casement aberto
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
os dias hypocritic
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes

 



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