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sad love poem

eu vi a primeira pera
cai aqui nenhuma luz
você é meu companheiro
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
há uma hora do descanso calmo
algum queixou-se ao mestre
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
a fragrância veio
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
glass-blower do tempo

 



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