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mother daughter poem

eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
a noite era preta e drear
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
agora que eu lhe esfriei
você diz que você me ama
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho

 



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