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i miss you poem

travails da terra
não permaneça não mais
eu vi a primeira pera
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
eu encho este copo
arched a inundação
faça exame de meus bracelets

 



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