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child poem

os dias endeared a cada MUSE
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu tenho que dizer good-night
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
homem frio stern
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
as verdades terrĂ­veis estes sejam
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
as montanhas sĂŁo povos silenciosos

 



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