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poem for dad

um com você
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
sumário em uma noite do vôo
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
como águias na elevação ascendente
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
conseqüentemente eu não posso
e meu nome é truthful
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
eu estive

 



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