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romantic poem

ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
disse
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
há uma hora do descanso calmo
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
um com você
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente

 



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