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father poem

eu vi com olhos abertos
material da lua
com o por do sol
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
macia agora a luz do dia
nós colocamos
se ele
quem é o corredor nos céus
agite

 



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