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romantic poem

baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
são você acordado?
há qualquer um lá
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
eu vou minha maneira complacently
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
veja o tentative
você é bonito e desvanecido
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
é frequentemente não assim?

 



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