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fall poem

eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
cidade que não é uma cidade
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
eu ganhei a raça
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
pela ponte rude

 



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