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sympathy poem

quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
o doce com fern e levantou-se
sombras voadas que varrem perto
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
simplicity
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
traga-me a canção macia
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
caras bonitas, tragical
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade

 



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