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son poem

até sua janela da câmara
apenas agora
o céu
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
arched a inundação
mulher boa
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
macia agora a luz do dia
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio

 



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