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retirement poem

teria mesmo seu gracejo
tĂŞm vocĂŞ nĂŁo ouvido
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
até sua janela da câmara
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
em todas as coisas nĂŁo faladas de
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
eu estou morrendo

 



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