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i love you poem

quando eu era quebrou em Londres
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
veja que eu me dou a você
muito bem, você liberais
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
eu prendo seu coração
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
as sombras dos navios
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
no porto de york novo

 



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