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grandmother poem

em setembro
algum queixou-se ao mestre
aflija-se não para o invisível
sabe uma liberação barata
as estrelas caíram do heaven
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
fraco-é voada a canção
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
quem estará nomeando o vento
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful

 



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