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death poem

e com o pássaro humming
há qualquer um lá
quem ama a chuva
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
diz de épocas velhas boas
a noite era preta e drear
e meu nome é truthful
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
eu não queimo nenhum incense
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou

 



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