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sad love poem

o céu
mas alas, sonhos justos
de nossos lugares escondidos
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
e meu nome é truthful
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
quem ama a chuva
e pão do breaketh mais
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
com os olhos meek, marrons
muito bem, você liberais

 



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