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grandmother poem

rode-me para baixo pelo prado
sadly falando
balançado no berço do profundo
carrinho aqui por meu lado
quando você vier hoje à noite
nós não éramos muitos
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame

 



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