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romantic love poem

mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu ouvi-os na noite
agora quando meus bordos viverem
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
apenas agora
cidade que não é uma cidade

 



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