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daughter poem

não gire sua cabeça
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
algum queixou-se ao mestre
acima dos prados ricos com milho
era o outono do ano
nós não éramos muitos
rosas e ouro
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
é ido

 



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