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grandma poem

eu estive pelo casement aberto
com o por do sol
como águias na elevaçăo ascendente
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
mas eu năo posso lê-lo agora
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe săo mais uso do que fairies
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful

 



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