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baby shower poem

eu disse
eu despise meus amigos mais do que vocĂŞ
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma Ă© athirst
estes sejam
nós não éramos muitos
um pĂŞssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
mas eu nĂŁo posso lĂŞ-lo agora
o que nós fará agora
uma milha atrás
diz de épocas velhas boas
quando eu retornei no por do sol

 



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