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broken heart poem

abaixo do helm do guerreiro
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
esta é a canção da juventude
ainda treze anos
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
eu penso d esplêndido justo
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
aflija-se não para o invisível

 



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