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father poem

ame-me no último, ou se você não
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
o prado estava rastejando
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
sol e vento e batida do mar

 



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