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angel poem

rosas e ouro
flores dos bebĂŞs
mundo que muda sob minha mĂŁo
qual se mantem
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
eu ouvi-os na noite
caĂ­do assim
eu nĂŁo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
diga-me
eu soube o silĂŞncio das estrelas e do mar

 



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