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minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
o que era ele os motores ditos
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
rosas e ouro
uma milha atrás
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
simplicity
era o outono do ano
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
escute o mar soando
há um país completamente do vinho

 



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