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nature poem

nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
eu gosto d
para a verdade, para o amor
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
sabe uma liberação barata
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
esta é a canção da juventude
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eighty anos passaram, e mais
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
entre as montanhas eu vagueei

 



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