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baby poem

a escuridão
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
rosas e ouro
trançado e tecido
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer

 



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