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father poem

dentro de minha mão eu prendo
ido antes de nós
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu vou minha maneira complacently
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
flores dos bebês

 



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