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sad poem

e ainda andaram sobre
o que nós fará agora
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
macia weeping
para a verdade, para o amor
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
eu estive
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
do assoalho ao teto
sadly falando

 



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