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mother daughter poem

em sua barraca guardada
mulher boa
se eu for muito certo
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
quem estará nomeando o vento
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
e pão do breaketh mais
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
pela ponte rude
nós que estiveram

 



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