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graduation poem

quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
é ido
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
eu sou uma mulher
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
este é o navio da pérola
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
poderíamos nós mas para saber
sadly falando
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
não gire sua cabeça
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele

 



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