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brother poem

as canções antigas
você diz que você me ama
quem é o corredor nos céus
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
moonlight profundo e macio
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
na meia-noite
sob a lua da colheita
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu disse

 



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