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baby poem

sol e vento e batida do mar
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
eu vi a primeira pera
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
o doce com fern e levantou-se
três anos há hoje
filhas do tempo
simplicity
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
em setembro
não seja falso
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas

 



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