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pumpkin poem

com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
paredes e enorme elevados
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
um history muito notável isto é
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
rosas e ouro
diga-me
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved

 



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