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christmas poem

pela costa, pelo mar
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
melhore do que o granito
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
nós colocamos
uma milha atrás
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
o que nós fará agora
são você acordado?
agora quando meus bordos viverem
fora do mar sparkling
eu sou uma mulher

 



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