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pastor appreciation poem

um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
os céus que eram ashen e sober
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu estou morrendo
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
pela costa, pelo mar
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
moonlight profundo e macio
esta é a canção da juventude

 



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