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anniversary poem

eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
você é bonito e desvanecido
a fragrância veio
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
os poetas dizem
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro

 



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