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baby poem

um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
em números mournful
eu tenho que dizer good-night
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
nós que estiveram
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu prendo seu coração
em e sobre
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless

 



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