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marriage poem

flores dos bebês
como uma vela branca
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
todo meu amor para meu doce
eu tive um medo em minha vida
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
todos tragam os anos
ao longo dos bancos

 



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