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mother poem

eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu amei uma mulher
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
macia agora a luz do dia
eu sei não onde
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
esta é a canção da juventude

 



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