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sympathy poem

sob a lua da colheita
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
macio como a cama na terra
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
ao amante passionate
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
a festa real foi feita
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira

 



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