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sad love poem

duas fileiras dos repolhos
sad são que sabem não o amor
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
escute o mar soando
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
as canções antigas
glass-blower do tempo
vivido pelo river-side
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
um com você

 



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