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baby poem

f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
eu disse
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
uma vida na onda do oceano
não gire sua cabeça
quem ama a chuva
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
eu ouvi-os na noite
deus
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos

 



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