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daughter poem

o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
na esfera
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
eu sou velho e cego
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
eu moldei o mundo
eu tive um medo em minha vida
o ar é como uma borboleta
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
mundo que muda sob minha mão
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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