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best friend poem

alguns dos hurts que você se curou
em sua barraca guardada
ido antes de nós
uma vez este turf macio
o corpo pode confinar
lá pela janela na casa velha
e meu nome é truthful
uma tempestade está montando na maré
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
travails da terra
as canções velhas

 



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