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minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
melhore do que o granito
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
algum queixou-se ao mestre
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
os arcos da ponte vermelha
eu espero-o
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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