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african american poetry

frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
dę-me a fome
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu quero saber ŕs vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
com o por do sol
este é o arsenal
tręs anos há hoje
veja, eles retornam
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola

 



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