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poem for dad

apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
ido antes de nós
ainda treze anos
um pensamento doce solemn
a festa real foi feita
eu gosto d
travails da terra
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
as cançőes antigas
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
quando eu retornei no por do sol

 



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