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fall poem

meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
eu tenho que dizer good-night
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
apenas agora
antes do saint de bronze solemn
eu ouvi-os na noite
vontade você glimmer no mar?
você diz que você me ama
aflija-se não para o invisível

 



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