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broken heart poem

eu sou velho e cego
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
antes do saint de bronze solemn
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
eu penso d esplêndido justo

 



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