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happy birthday poem

a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
acima dos prados ricos com milho
macia weeping
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
rosas e ouro

 



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