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grandma poem

meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
teria mesmo seu gracejo
trançado e tecido
três anos há hoje
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
deus
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
diga-me
vivido pelo river-side
não se aflija que sobre
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro

 



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