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daughter poem

dê-me a fome
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
mulher boa
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
passado unrelenting do thou
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
lá pela janela na casa velha
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
nunca em toda minha vida

 



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