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sad love poem

eu sou o vento que wavers
uma pena do aço
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
aflija-se nĂŁo para o invisĂ­vel
como águias na elevação ascendente

 



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