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daughter poem

eu estive
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
você é bonito e desvanecido
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
alguns dias mais ventosos
qual se mantem
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
em possa

 



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