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romantic poem

os arcos da ponte vermelha
a escuridão
em todas as coisas não faladas de
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu encho este copo
pela ponte rude
sob a lua da colheita
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
veja que eu me dou a você
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
sumário em uma noite do vôo

 



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