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break up poem

eu vi a primeira pera
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
splendor doce
em seus regimentals ásperos
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
sob a lua da colheita
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos

 



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