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mother daughter poem

sobre os rooftops compita as sombras das nuvens
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
eu sei não onde
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
o corpo pode confinar
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo

 



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