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son poem

flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
fora do mar sparkling
ao longo de um river-side
era o outono do ano
nĂłs quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
não permaneça não mais
nĂŁo do mundo largo do todo
atravĂŠs do peito aching da terra larga
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
esteja em mim como os modos eternal

 



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