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short friendship poem

o ar é como uma borboleta
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
desolado e solitário
eu prendo seu coração
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
em setembro
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays

 



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