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mother daughter poem

era muitas e muito um ano há
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
temos nós nenhum shame?
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
os dias melancólicos vieram
não seja falso
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
era não para esse cheiro singular

 



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