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short love poem

há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
o alvorecer era verde maçã
com os olhos meek, marrons
como uma vela branca
quem estará nomeando o vento
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
assim perdido
este é o navio da pérola

 



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