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grandmother poem

sad são que sabem não o amor
o prado estava rastejando
não gire sua cabeça
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
era não para esse cheiro singular
quem estará nomeando o vento
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado

 



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