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pumpkin poem

eu sei o que você está indo dizer
ao amante passionate
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
balançado no berço do profundo
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
apenas agora
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
os arcos da ponte vermelha
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo

 



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