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christmas poem

eighty anos passaram, e mais
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
não gire sua cabeça
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
você recorda
sobre o rio, no monte
era muitas e muito um ano há
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu resido na montanha da tabela
este é o arsenal
ao longo de um river-side
um history muito notável isto é
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim

 



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