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grandma poem

entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
as sombras dos navios
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
esplĂŞndido e terrĂ­vel seu amor
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro

 



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