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daughter poem

meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu tenho que dizer good-night
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
aflija-se não para o invisível
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu tive um medo em minha vida
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
fora do mar sparkling

 



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