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baby poem

quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
ao longo de um river-side
desolado e solitário
porque assim sad meu encantador?
eu quero saber onde vocę vive
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
um pęssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
apenas agora
era uma oysterman novo alto

 



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