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friendship poem

em números mournful
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
sadly falando
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
fora do mar sparkling
ao amante passionate
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
conseqüentemente eu não posso
a neve sussurra sobre mim
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
macia weeping

 



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