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death poetry

sad são que sabem não o amor
era muitas e muito um ano há
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
algum queixou-se ao mestre
para então without
eu sou uma mulher

 



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