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grandma poem

aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
sobre os rooftops compita as sombras das nuvens
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
em todas as coisas não faladas de

 



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