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father poem

minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
escute o mar soando
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
do sol nem das estrelas
talvez
em e sobre
assim perdido
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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