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love poem

era o outono do ano
eu tive um medo em minha vida
eu vi a primeira pera
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocę se chama me, chamada
vocę ouve a chuva?
eu estive pelo casement aberto
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful

 



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