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short friendship poem

acima dos prados ricos com milho
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
têm você ouvido
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
todos tragam os anos
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
você é bonito e desvanecido
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã

 



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