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baby poem

deixe-me ser sad
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
porque assim sad meu encantador?
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
arched a inundação
poderíamos nós mas para saber
o doce com fern e levantou-se
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
uma tempestade está montando na maré

 



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