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sad love poem

se ele
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
o ar é como uma borboleta
renove a visão do prazer
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
eu quero saber onde você vive
em setembro
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
sol e vento e batida do mar
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado

 



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