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happy birthday poem

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
nós não éramos muitos
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
levantado dos mortos
arched a inundação
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
felicidade
macia agora a luz do dia

 



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