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sad love poem

com os olhos meek, marrons
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
algum queixou-se ao mestre
porque assim sad meu encantador?
como uma vela branca
era o outono do ano
cidade que não é uma cidade
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
splendor doce

 



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