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grandmother poem

é verdadeiro que vocę diz que os deuses lhe săo mais uso do que fairies
eu amei uma mulher
existir da cisne
receoso năo mais, eu digo
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
estourou o vinho feroz
agite
eighty anos passaram, e mais
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
o prado estava rastejando
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas

 



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