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lost love poem

nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
era muitas e muito um ano há
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
como águias na elevação ascendente
sob a lua da colheita
agora que eu lhe esfriei
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
eu vi a primeira pera
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor

 



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