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son poem

o que era ele os motores ditos
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
veja que eu me dou a você
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
o corpo pode confinar
os poetas dizem
eu detestei-o
sadly falando
porque assim sad meu encantador?
o céu
você está desobstruído
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada

 



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