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love poem

é ido
eu não pray para a paz
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
com o por do sol
o que mim lhe devem
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
levantado dos mortos
deve ir para trás, disse
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
a neve sussurra sobre mim
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
cara esposa
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada

 



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