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best love poem

a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
mundo que muda sob minha mão
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
onde deva mim encontre-o
a luz retirada
a festa real foi feita
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
um history muito notável isto é

 



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