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grandma poem

eu sou o vento que wavers
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
doubtless eu recordo ainda
os prayers brancos pequenos
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
acima de e para baixo vai
existir da cisne
entre as montanhas eu vagueei

 



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