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nature poem

era muitas e muito um ano há
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
desolado e solitário
assim perdido
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
deixe-nos plantar
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita

 



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