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best friend poem

eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
bonito
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
a noite era preta e drear
você ouve a chuva?
veja que eu me dou a você

 



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