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grandma poem

as verdades terríveis estes sejam
eu encho este copo
macio como a cama na terra
é ido
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
eu sou velho e cego
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
aflija-se não para o invisível
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly

 



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