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love poem

minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
eighty anos passaram, e mais
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
como nivelar cai
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
estes sejam
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
sobre os rooftops compita as sombras das nuvens

 



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