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sad love poem

entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
teria mesmo seu gracejo
esta é a canção da juventude
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
eu vi-o uma vez antes
a luz retirada
ruídos que strive rasgar
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar

 



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