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sad love poem

veja, desta moeda falsa dele
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
e ainda andaram sobre
os poetas dizem
muito bem, você liberais
eu tenho que dizer good-night
travails da terra
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
truely
caído assim
não permaneça não mais
o que nós fará agora

 



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