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life poem

esta é a canção da juventude
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
talvez
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
você é meu companheiro
splendor doce
era uma oysterman novo alto
os dias melancólicos vieram
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
um history muito notável isto é
os corredores de mármore resounding longos

 



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