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poem for dad

mas alas, sonhos justos
irmăo, eu sou fogo
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- săo liars
na meia-noite
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
acima de e para baixo vai
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
como uma vela branca
os prayers brancos pequenos
mil anos silenciosos há
há um país completamente do vinho
eu năo posso dizę-lo agora

 



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