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christmas poem

o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
moonlight profundo e macio
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
deve ir para trás, disse
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
última meia-noite
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
como uma vela branca
vocę é meu companheiro
se eu for muito certo
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados

 



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