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romantic poetry

nós não éramos muitos
não esteja irritado com mim
eu amei uma mulher
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
eu sou velho e cego
lá pela janela na casa velha
deve ir para trás, disse
o que nós fará agora

 



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