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happy birthday poem

para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- săo liars
vocę pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em vocę
em possa
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
minha măe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
eu estive pelo casement aberto
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés

 



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