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thanksgiving poem

era o outono do ano
última meia-noite
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
para trás, gire para trás
nós colocamos
muito bem, você liberais
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
os céus que eram ashen e sober
travails da terra
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela

 



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