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sad love poem

a noite era preta e drear
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
doubtless eu recordo ainda
como como as estrelas Ă© este o branco, as caras nameless
eu sou fevered
nunca em toda minha vida
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
o mestre de destinies humanos Ă© mim
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa

 



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