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grandmother poem

o doce com fern e levantou-se
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
o que era ele os motores ditos
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
estes sejam
arched a inundação
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré

 



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