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sympathy poem

um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
última meia-noite
do sol nem das estrelas
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
não do mundo largo do todo
você é meu companheiro
quando eu retornei no por do sol
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes

 



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