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romantic love poem

têm você não ouvido
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
como uma vela branca
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
estourou o vinho feroz
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha

 



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