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ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
flores dos bebês
aflija-se não para o invisível
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
doubtless eu recordo ainda
o doce com fern e levantou-se
até sua janela da câmara
o que mim lhe devem
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
simplicity

 



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