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mother daughter poem

tiveram e i mas encontrado com
o céu
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
traga-me a canção macia
quem estará nomeando o vento
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra

 



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