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mother daughter poem

eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
acima dos prados ricos com milho
disse
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
doce e forte
moonlight profundo e macio
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
sumário em uma noite do vôo

 



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