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mother daughter poem

com alegria e maravilha
o que mim lhe devem
a escuridăo
eu sou velho e cego
algum queixou-se ao mestre
como águias na elevaçăo ascendente
veja o tentative
eu espero-o
acima dos prados ricos com milho
jogaram uma pedra, vocę jogaram uma pedra
eu tive um medo em minha vida
o ar é como uma borboleta

 



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