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fall poem

havia um strangeness em seus bordos
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
doce e forte
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
o mais saddest do ano
qual se mantem
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
mas alas, sonhos justos
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
nós não éramos muitos
eu vou minha maneira complacently
filhas do tempo
alguns dias mais ventosos

 



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