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teenage love poem

nobility da morte outra vez
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
a festa real foi feita
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
quando você vier hoje à noite
os dias melancólicos vieram
e com o pássaro humming
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
um olhar é mas um raio
um history muito notável isto é
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars

 



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