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break up poem

ao lado de um campo stricken
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
deixe-nos plantar
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
existir da cisne
os dias hypocritic
quem ama a chuva
e pão do breaketh mais
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
eu vou minha maneira complacently

 



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