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erotic poetry

algum queixou-se ao mestre
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
as canções velhas
eu vou minha maneira complacently
uma vez este turf macio
os céus que eram ashen e sober
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
deixe um sustento da alegria você

 



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