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daughter poem

pouco parque que eu passo completamente
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
onde deva mim encontre-o
disse
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
os dias hypocritic
para trás, gire para trás
têm você não ouvido
deixe um sustento da alegria você
não gire sua cabeça
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves

 



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