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grandma poem

e ainda andaram sobre
paredes e enorme elevados
deve ir para trás, disse
existir da cisne
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
o que nós fará agora
cante-o outra vez ŕ cançăo cantado
há uma hora do descanso calmo
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se

 



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