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fall poem

a algum os deuses gordos
veja que eu me dou a você
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
têm você ouvido
filhas do tempo
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
eu vi com olhos abertos
a noite era preta e drear

 



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