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short friendship poem

abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
dê-me
os céus que eram ashen e sober
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
splendor doce
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
fora do mar sparkling
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
em possa
poderíamos nós mas para saber

 



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