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break up poem

as montanhas são povos silenciosos
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu amei uma mulher
não gire sua cabeça
ao longo de um river-side
você ouve a chuva?
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar

 



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