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mother daughter poem

sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
as sombras dos navios
na esfera
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
era uma oysterman novo alto

 



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