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grandmother poem

acima de e para baixo vai
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
sobre o rio beckon a mim
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
última meia-noite
a festa real foi feita
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
eu tenho que dizer good-night

 



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