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pumpkin poem

você diz que você me ama
não seja falso
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
mundo que muda sob minha mão
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
eu sou fevered
deixe um sustento da alegria você
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
ame-me no último, ou se você não
eu ganhei a raça
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar

 



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