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grandma poem

eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
eu amo minha vida, mas nĂŁo demasiado bem
sua cara Ă© justa e lisa e fina
nĂŁo esteja irritado com mim
um com vocĂŞ
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma Ă© athirst
a festa real foi feita
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
pela costa, pelo mar
felicidade
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
eu sei nĂŁo onde

 



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