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love poem

eu fui acima e trago as ruas
irmão, eu sou fogo
até sua janela da câmara
antes do saint de bronze solemn
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
eu encho este copo
alguns dias mais ventosos
melancolia, azul era
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
mundo que muda sob minha mão
têm você ouvido

 



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