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grandma poem

o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
havia tręs no prado pelo ribeiro
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
eu amo as configuraçőes melodious velhas
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
sobre o rio, no monte
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado

 



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