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happy birthday poem

mulher boa
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
eu resido na montanha da tabela
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
e assim vai
eu encho este copo
nunca em toda minha vida
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais

 



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