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grandmother poem

agora quando meus bordos viverem
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
há uma hora do descanso calmo
todos tragam os anos
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
última meia-noite
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
sobre o rio beckon a mim
carrinho aqui por meu lado
a neve sussurra sobre mim
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred

 



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