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nature poem

há uma hora do descanso calmo
do assoalho ao teto
arched a inundação
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
o que nós fará agora
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
o doce com fern e levantou-se

 



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