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autumn poem

levantado dos mortos
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
ame-me no último, ou se você não
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
era uma beleza nos dias
simplesmente falando
ruídos que strive rasgar
agora que eu lhe esfriei
eu quero saber onde você vive
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
noite misteriosa

 



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