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wedding poem

envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
têm você não ouvido
acima dos prados ricos com milho
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
eu encho este copo
em seus regimentals ásperos
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves

 



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