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friendship poem

minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
a noite era preta e drear
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
não gire sua cabeça
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
sad são que sabem não o amor
eu tenho que dizer good-night
sob a lua da colheita
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
simplesmente falando

 



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