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letra de old poem - aaron copland

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at fifteen i went with the army
at fourscore i came home
on the way i met a man from the village
i asked him who there was at home
“that over there is your house
all covered over with trees and bushes.”
rabbits had run in at the dog-hole
pheasants flew down from the beams of the roof
in the courtyard was growing some wild grain;
and by the well, some wild mallows
i’ll boil the grain and make porridge
i’ll pluck the mallows and make soup
soup and porridge are both cooked
but there is no-one to eat them with
i went out and looked towards the east
while tears fell and wetted my clothes

- aaron copland

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