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broken heart poem

rosas e ouro
na terra silenciosa
lá pela janela na casa velha
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
e pão do breaketh mais
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
o mais saddest do ano
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
sob a lua da colheita

 



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