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love poem

minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
deixe-me ser sad
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
diz de épocas velhas boas
eu amei uma mulher
nós que estiveram
é frequentemente năo assim?
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
quem é o corredor nos céus

 



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