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sad love poem

deve ir para trás, disse
eu sei não onde
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
não gire sua cabeça

 



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