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romantic love poem

bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
um olhar é mas um raio
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
o que mim lhe devem
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
nos salőes do sono vocę vagueou perto
nobility da morte outra vez
eighty anos passaram, e mais

 



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