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mother daughter poem

era não para esse cheiro singular
era o outono do ano
do sol nem das estrelas
duas fileiras dos repolhos
muito bem, você liberais
porque
em seus regimentals ásperos
eu sou velho e cego
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
as sombras dos navios

 



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