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wedding poetry

nós que estiveram
de nossos lugares escondidos
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
as estrelas caíram do heaven
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
temos nós nenhum shame?
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio

 



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