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romantic poem

simplesmente falando
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
o ar é como uma borboleta
todos tragam os anos
talvez năo é nenhuma matéria que vocę morreu
sobre o rio, no monte
eu quero saber onde vocę vive
cidade que năo é uma cidade
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá

 



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