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grandmother poem

deixe-nos plantar
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
eu sei năo onde
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
a noite era preta e drear
ame-me no último, ou se vocę năo
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
em sua barraca guardada
eu amo minha vida, mas năo demasiado bem
sob a folha dusky do laurel
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
havia um momento em anos anteriores

 



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