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grandmother poem

amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
no alvorecer, disse
eu gosto d
eu penso d esplêndido justo
deixe um sustento da alegria você
escute o mar soando
simplesmente falando
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
ao longo de um river-side
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
você recorda
eu estou morrendo

 



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