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love poem

que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
eu soube o silncio das estrelas e do mar
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingeta
o mistrio o mais escuro, o mais estranho
eu sou fevered
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais

 



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