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autumn poetry

estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
usted piensa, mi muchacho, cuando pongo mis brazos alrededor de usted
con la puesta del sol
como vela blanca
dije, yo he cerrado mi corazón
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
el mirar más allá
él incluso tendría su broma
la luna de levantamiento ha ocultado las estrellas
entre las montañas vagué

 



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