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life poem

eu tenho que dizer good-night
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
nas manhăs nuvem-cinzentas
eu ouvi-os na noite
eu encho este copo
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
o que mim lhe devem
sob a lua da colheita
cara esposa

 



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