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gothic poetry

minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
o que mim lhe devem
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
veja que eu me dou a vocę
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
ame-me no último, ou se vocę năo

 



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