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grandmother poem

era năo para esse cheiro singular
traga-me a cançăo macia
um pensamento doce solemn
as estrelas caíram do heaven
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razăo
eu estou morrendo
flores dos bebęs
năo pendure nenhuma grinalda
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo

 



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