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autumn poem

os céus que eram ashen e sober
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
a festa real foi feita
existir da cisne
era o outono do ano
moonlight profundo e macio
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
eu estive pelo casement aberto
ao amante passionate
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
até sua janela da câmara

 



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