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erotic poem

têm você não ouvido
sad são que sabem não o amor
homem frio stern
estes sejam
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
o sol está acima
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
felicidade
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
este é o navio da pérola
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas

 



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