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happy birthday poem

a noite era preta e drear
noite misteriosa
o prado estava rastejando
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
a escuridão
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
com os olhos meek, marrons
porque
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
moonlight profundo e macio
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés

 



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