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sad love poem

deus
mulher boa
os céus que eram ashen e sober
paredes e enorme elevados
em setembro
estes sejam
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
doubtless eu recordo ainda
no porto de york novo
dentro de minha măo eu prendo
um pensamento doce solemn
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer

 



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