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daughter poem

um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
como águias na elevação ascendente
a noite era preta e drear
completamente dos rasgos
ao amante passionate
eu encho este copo
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
um pensamento doce solemn
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso

 



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