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friendship poem

esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
estes sejam
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
há um país completamente do vinho
em e sobre
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
eighty anos passaram, e mais

 



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