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autumn poetry

a agonia de ter demasiado poder
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
a noite era preta e drear
temos nós nenhum shame?
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
teria mesmo seu gracejo
levantado dos mortos

 



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