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baby poem

talvez
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
todo meu amor para meu doce
não se aflija que sobre
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
todos tragam os anos
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
filhas do tempo
era o outono do ano
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
três anos há hoje

 



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