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sad love poem

você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
em e sobre
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
apenas agora
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
em possa
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
nós não éramos muitos
felicidade
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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