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retirement poem

fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
rosas e ouro
o mais saddest do ano
há um país completamente do vinho
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
ame-me no último, ou se você não
eu penso d esplêndido justo
um pássaro cantou
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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