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baby poem

passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
receoso năo mais, eu digo
existir da cisne
eu sou velho e cego
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
e meu nome é truthful
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
quando eu era quebrou em Londres

 



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