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grandmother poem

se ele
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
as estrelas caíram do heaven
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
quem ama a chuva
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
sob a lua da colheita
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
diga-me
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se

 



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