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friendship poem

minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
splendor doce
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
com alegria e maravilha
nunca em toda minha vida
a festa real foi feita
nós que estiveram
ao longo dos bancos
deus
quando eu retornei no por do sol

 



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