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romantic poem

há qualquer um lá
eu vi a primeira pera
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu estive
rosas e ouro
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
você diz que você me ama
um history muito notável isto é

 



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