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estourou o vinho feroz
eu tenho que dizer good-night
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
era uma oysterman novo alto
em sua barraca guardada
uma vez este turf macio
macio como a cama na terra
carrinho aqui por meu lado
era o outono do ano
eu vi que vocę hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu espero-o
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
homem frio stern

 



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