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grandmother poem

este é o navio da pérola
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu quero saber ŕs vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
diz de épocas velhas boas
a algum os deuses gordos
eu resido na montanha da tabela
short e doce, e nós viemos ŕ extremidade dela
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros

 



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