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romantic poetry

sob a folha dusky do laurel
o que nós fará agora
calma como que segundo verão
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
a noite era preta e drear
rosas e ouro
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
doce e forte
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
em seus regimentals ásperos
e meu nome é truthful
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
paredes e enorme elevados

 



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