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short love poem

tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
cidade que não é uma cidade
traga-me a canção macia
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de

 



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