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mother poem

você é meu companheiro
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
não permaneça não mais
composto do loveliness sozinho
ao longo de um river-side
nobility da morte outra vez
conseqüentemente eu não posso
a festa real foi feita
o que mim lhe devem
qual se mantem
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo

 



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