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sad love poem

a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
poderíamos nós mas para saber
splendor doce
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
sadly falando
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
todos tragam os anos
era muitas e muito um ano há

 



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