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baby poem

sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
eu tenho que dizer good-night
era o outono do ano
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
levantado dos mortos
a festa real foi feita

 



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