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pumpkin poem

a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
você é bonito e desvanecido
sobre o rio beckon a mim
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
e ainda andaram sobre
sob a lua da colheita
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
sabe uma liberação barata

 



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