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romantic poem

tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
eu estou morrendo
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
eu resido na montanha da tabela
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
como águias na elevação ascendente
e com o pássaro humming
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca

 



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