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teenage love poem

têm você não ouvido
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
as sombras dos navios
poderíamos nós mas para saber
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
do sol nem das estrelas
porque assim sad meu encantador?

 



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