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christmas poetry

quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
gloom
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
e assim vai
deixe-me ser sad
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu

 



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