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grandma poem

travails da terra
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
quando eu retornei no por do sol
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
eu estive pelo casement aberto
lá pela janela na casa velha
balançado no berço do profundo
pouca porta foi alcançada no último

 



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