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sad love poem

sob a lua da colheita
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
macia weeping
balançado no berço do profundo
levantado dos mortos
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
melhore do que o granito
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
porque assim sad meu encantador?

 



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