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short funny poem

e nse
o prado estava rastejando
eu sou o vento que wavers
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
no porto de york novo
aflija-se năo para o invisível
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
esta é a cançăo da juventude
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
bonito
a noite era preta e drear
diga-me năo
năo do mundo largo do todo
eu estou morrendo

 



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