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romantic love poem

e meu nome truthful
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
voc bonito e desvanecido
flores dos bebs
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
em sua barraca guardada
algum queixou-se ao mestre
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
escute
acima dos prados ricos com milho
ns que estiveram

 



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