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christmas poetry

dę-me
há uma hora do descanso calmo
se eu for muito certo
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
vocę diz que vocę me ama
nunca em toda minha vida
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
talvez
melhore do que o granito
com alegria e maravilha
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
jogaram uma pedra, vocę jogaram uma pedra

 



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