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romantic poem

nossos momentos agradáveis voam
há uma hora do descanso calmo
cidade que não é uma cidade
travails da terra
eu sei não onde
você ouve a chuva?
o sol está acima
esse ano
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
receoso não mais, eu digo
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
eu vou minha maneira complacently
renove a visão do prazer
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta

 



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