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romantic love poem

meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
e com o pássaro humming
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
um com você
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
escute o mar soando
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
deixe um sustento da alegria você
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras

 



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