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baby poem

há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
mas alas, sonhos justos
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
em setembro
o prado estava rastejando
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente

 



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