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poem for dad

quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu vi-o uma vez antes
em sua barraca guardada
ao amante passionate
última meia-noite
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade

 



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