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poem for pastors

eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
eu penso d esplêndido justo
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
em números mournful
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
nunca em toda minha vida
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de

 



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