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autumn poetry

seu cabelo bonito
fala não bem
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
eu vou minha maneira complacently
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
eu penso d esplêndido justo
temos nós nenhum shame?
as sombras dos navios
o doce com fern e levantou-se
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre

 



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