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lost love poem

não esteja irritado com mim
algum queixou-se ao mestre
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
um com você
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
caras bonitas, tragical
splendor doce
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente

 



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