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christmas poem

não se aflija que sobre
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
a noite era preta e drear
receoso não mais, eu digo
em seu vôo
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless

 



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