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love friendship poem

eu não posso dizê-lo agora
três anos há hoje
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
quem estará nomeando o vento
para a verdade, para o amor
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
o alvorecer era verde maçã
teria mesmo seu gracejo
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
eu sou o vento que wavers
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
splendor doce

 



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