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mother poem

quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
no alvorecer, disse
algum queixou-se ao mestre
se eu for muito certo
todos tragam os anos
eu sou o vento que wavers
ao lado de um campo stricken
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
não permaneça não mais
os arcos da ponte vermelha

 



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