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teenage love poem

como águias na elevação ascendente
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
acima dos prados ricos com milho
na meia-noite
balançado no berço do profundo
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
um history muito notável isto é
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro

 



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