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sad love poem

eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
no recolhimento da escuridăo e pedem
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
o que nós fará agora
se eu for muito certo
completamente dos rasgos
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
apenas agora
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
deixe-nos plantar
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
macia agora a luz do dia
năo pendure nenhuma grinalda

 



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