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baby poem

sono, irmão cinzento da morte
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
eighty anos passaram, e mais
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
a luz retirada
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
completamente dos rasgos
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão

 



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