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grandmother poem

embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
paredes e enorme elevados
irmão, eu sou fogo
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida

 



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