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happy birthday poem

embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
filhas do tempo
a neve sussurra sobre mim

 



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