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urdu poetry

o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
veja que eu me dou a você
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
quando você vier hoje à noite
raça elevado-carregada
bonito
ame-me no último, ou se você não

 



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