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love poem

em seus regimentals ásperos
o ar é como uma borboleta
em setembro
eu vi com olhos abertos
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
fora do mar sparkling
eu sou o vento que wavers
nunca em toda minha vida
deve ir para trás, disse
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
nós que estiveram

 



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