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baby poem

há uma hora do descanso calmo
a noite era preta e drear
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
arched a inundação
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
e ainda andaram sobre
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim

 



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