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short love poem

e meu nome é truthful
material da lua
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
caras bonitas, tragical
eu tive um medo em minha vida
traga-me a canção macia
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
no alvorecer, disse
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
deixe-nos plantar

 



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