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romantic love poem

quando eu era quebrou em Londres
sadly falando
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
você recorda
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
o prado estava rastejando
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
dê-me
a fragrância veio

 



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