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lost love poem

os dias endeared a cada MUSE
eu disse
nós não éramos muitos
eu amei uma mulher
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
uma tempestade está montando na maré
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
o doce com fern e levantou-se

 



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