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teen love poem

as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
renove a visão do prazer
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
sad são que sabem não o amor
lá pela janela na casa velha
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
com o por do sol
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
nós não éramos muitos
macia weeping

 



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