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father poem

mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
homem frio stern
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
mil anos silenciosos há
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
raça elevado-carregada
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
eu tenho que dizer good-night
uma milha atrás
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
irmão, eu sou fogo

 



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