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grandma poem

eu encho este copo
este é o arsenal
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
diga-me não
a neve sussurra sobre mim
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
sobre o rio, no monte
e ainda andaram sobre
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
há um país completamente do vinho
macia agora a luz do dia
eu ouvi-os na noite

 



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