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sad love poem

sob a lua da colheita
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
eu tive um medo em minha vida
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
sob a folha dusky do laurel
se eu souber o narrow uma prisăo é amor
deixe-nos plantar

 



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