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baby poem

de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
assim perdido
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eighty anos passaram, e mais

 



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