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grandma poem

e nse
nós năo éramos muitos
estes sejam
ao longo de um river-side
mundo que muda sob minha măo
splendor doce
sad săo que sabem năo o amor
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
caras bonitas, tragical
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
se eu souber o narrow uma prisăo é amor
vivido pelo river-side
eu vi com olhos abertos

 



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