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era uma oysterman novo alto
eighty anos passaram, e mais
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
doce e forte
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
receoso não mais, eu digo
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
a neve sussurra sobre mim
splendor doce

 



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