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christmas poem

o que mim lhe devem
esse ano
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
irmão, eu sou fogo
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
através do peito aching da terra larga
com o por do sol
eu sou fevered
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
as montanhas são povos silenciosos

 



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