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i love you poem

do assoalho ao teto
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
têm você não ouvido
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
receoso não mais, eu digo
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram

 



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