Morreu

Morreu

Na vida e nos negócios
nesses tempos mais do que antes;
os antigos costumes estão mortos; 
? morreram nos dias que ficaram.

Cada vez mais se demostra:
o futuro pertence
às pessoas que encontram 
a alegria e fazem de tudo
mais e mais.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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