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wedding poetry

era o outono do ano
eu encho este copo
quem estará nomeando o vento
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
quando eu retornei no por do sol
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
para trás, gire para trás
em todas as coisas não faladas de
felicidade
têm você andar visto através da vila
deixe um sustento da alegria você
ao longo de um river-side

 



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