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autumn poem

como uma vela branca
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
eu estive pelo casement aberto
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
mundo que muda sob minha măo
diz de épocas velhas boas
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
há um país completamente do vinho

 



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