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teenage love poem

as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu espero-o
mas alas, sonhos justos
as canções antigas
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
carrinho aqui por meu lado
acima dos prados ricos com milho
algum queixou-se ao mestre
dentro de minha mĂŁo eu prendo
até sua janela da câmara
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto

 



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