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death poem

eu estive pelo casement aberto
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
os céus que eram ashen e sober
há uma hora do descanso calmo
a fragrância veio
acima dos prados ricos com milho
na meia-noite
eu vi-o uma vez antes

 



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