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romantic love poem

as montanhas são povos silenciosos
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
quem estará nomeando o vento
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
uma pena do aço
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá

 



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