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grandmother poem

traga-me a cano macia
simplesmente falando
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
macio como a cama na terra
so voc acordado?
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
desde que, se voc estiver por meu lado hoje

 



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