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eu encho este copo
do sol nem das estrelas
com alegria e maravilha
eu estive pelo casement aberto
eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
doce e forte
rosas e ouro
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
os poetas dizem
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
balançado no berço do profundo
o céu

 



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