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grandma poem

eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
vinho velho a beber
receoso não mais, eu digo
a festa real foi feita
se ele
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de

 



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