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short friendship poem

glass-blower do tempo
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
moonlight profundo e macio
minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
o prado estava rastejando
truely
na meia-noite
disse

 



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