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graduation poem

são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
seu cabelo bonito
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
sabe uma liberação barata
agite
perguntam-me onde eu estive
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
você recorda

 



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