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love poem

eighty anos passaram, e mais
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
na terra silenciosa
arched a inundação
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
eu vou minha maneira complacently

 



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