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teenage love poem

antes do saint de bronze solemn
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
poderíamos nós mas para saber
eu estou morrendo
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
diz de épocas velhas boas
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
noite misteriosa
alguns dos hurts que você se curou

 



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