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em setembro
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
três anos há hoje
como uma vela branca
se eu for muito certo
a noite era preta e drear
simplesmente falando
através do peito aching da terra larga
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite

 



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