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happy birthday poem

há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
assim perdido
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
sol e vento e batida do mar
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
muito bem, você liberais
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
em todas as coisas não faladas de

 



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