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teen love poem

o ar é como uma borboleta
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
em sua barraca guardada
não permaneça não mais
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
mulher boa
escuro-eyed
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
era uma beleza nos dias
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar

 



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