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poem for dad

o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
ao longo de um river-side
as sombras dos navios
felicidade
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
vivido pelo river-side

 



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