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cowboy poetry

última meia-noite
deve ir para trás, disse
todo meu amor para meu doce
desolado e solitário
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
com os olhos meek, marrons
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
era não para esse cheiro singular

 



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