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lost love poem

há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
este é o navio da pérola
última meia-noite
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
é frequentemente não assim?
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
o alvorecer era verde maçã
veja que eu me dou a você
agite
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu detestei-o
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada

 



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