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father poem

eu sei o que você está indo dizer
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
e ainda andaram sobre
acima dos prados ricos com milho
sob a lua da colheita
você recorda
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
pela ponte rude
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
onde deva mim encontre-o

 



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