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short love poem

ame-me no último, ou se você não
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
eu amei uma mulher
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
deve ir para trás, disse
os corredores de mármore resounding longos

 



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