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daughter poem

mas eu năo posso lę-lo agora
splendor doce
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
em sua barraca guardada
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
pela ponte rude
onde deva mim encontre-o
os prayers brancos pequenos

 



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