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grandma poem

minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
e ainda andaram sobre
a escuridão
ruídos que strive rasgar
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta

 



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