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mother daughter poem

perguntam-me onde eu estive
eighty anos passaram, e mais
não esteja irritado com mim
diga-me não
veja o tentative
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
a neve sussurra sobre mim
vivido pelo river-side
deixe-me ser sad
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
macio como a cama na terra
a festa real foi feita

 



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