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romantic poem

o doce com fern e levantou-se
uma milha atrás
acima dos prados ricos com milho
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
vontade você glimmer no mar?
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eu não queimo nenhum incense
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
disse

 



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