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sad love poem

quando eu olhei em seus olhos
não se aflija que sobre
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
na terra silenciosa
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
nobility da morte outra vez
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
o sol está acima
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
assim perdido

 



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