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graduation poem

receoso não mais, eu digo
há qualquer um lá
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
há um país completamente do vinho
a algum os deuses gordos
eu penso d esplêndido justo
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
gloom
era uma oysterman novo alto
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes

 



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