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grandmother poem

têm você ouvido
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
era uma beleza nos dias
até sua janela da câmara
agora quando meus bordos viverem
era uma oysterman novo alto
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
é frequentemente não assim?
se ele
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré

 



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