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poem for pastors

veja, desta moeda falsa dele
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
um pássaro cantou
para então without
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
os arcos da ponte vermelha
como águias na elevação ascendente
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
como uma vela branca
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã

 



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