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father poem

com os olhos meek, marrons
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
filhas do tempo
eighty anos passaram, e mais
agora que eu lhe esfriei
de nossos lugares escondidos
năo esteja irritado com mim
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
eu năo pray para a paz
eu amo as configuraçőes melodious velhas

 



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