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grandma poem

sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
mas alas, sonhos justos
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
diz de épocas velhas boas
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
a neve sussurra sobre mim
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
veja o tentative

 



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