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mother daughter poem

ao longo de um river-side
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
fraco-é voada a cançăo
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
em setembro
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
eu sou velho e cego
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo

 



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