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father poem

a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
na esfera
sobre os rooftops compita as sombras das nuvens
rosas e ouro
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
há qualquer um lá
eu vou minha maneira complacently

 



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