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daughter poem

quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
se eu for muito certo
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
e meu nome Ă© truthful
pensamentos através de minha cabeça

 



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