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grandmother poem

eu estou cantando-lhe
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
há uma hora do descanso calmo
eu detestei-o
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
porque assim sad meu encantador?
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela

 



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