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mother daughter poem

abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
sob a folha dusky do laurel
vivido pelo river-side
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
agora quando meus bordos viverem
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
em sua barraca guardada
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
melancolia, azul era
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
com os olhos meek, marrons
disse

 



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