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christmas poem

a fragrância veio
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
perguntam-me onde eu estive
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
o mais saddest do ano
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
com alegria e maravilha
conseqüentemente eu não posso
era uma beleza nos dias
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
cidade que não é uma cidade

 



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