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father poem

flores dos bebês
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
como um homem despido mim vai
tempestade
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
deixe-nos plantar
muito bem, você liberais
uma pena do aço
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
melancolia, azul era
têm você ouvido

 



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