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life poem

são você acordado?
do sol nem das estrelas
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
os prayers brancos pequenos
macia agora a luz do dia
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
eu amei uma mulher
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
quietamente, com reverance, no awe

 



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