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grandma poem

olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
deixe um sustento da alegria você
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
melhore do que o granito
ido antes de nós
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
diga-me
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
com os olhos meek, marrons
em possa
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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