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teen love poem

deve ir para trás, disse
o prado estava rastejando
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
vinho velho a beber
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
têm você ouvido
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro

 



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