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grandma poem

pela ponte rude
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
quando você vier hoje à noite
moonlight profundo e macio
veja, eles retornam
truely
na terra silenciosa
o dia é feito
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
quem ama a chuva
simplesmente falando
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
ruídos que strive rasgar
raça elevado-carregada

 



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