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thanksgiving poem

como nivelar cai
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
no alvorecer, disse
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
quando eu retornei no por do sol
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu amei uma mulher
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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