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short friendship poem

nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
eu estive pelo casement aberto
algum queixou-se ao mestre
flores dos bebęs
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
nós năo éramos muitos
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
em setembro
o que mim lhe devem
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma

 



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