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deixe-me ser sad
eighty anos passaram, e mais
nós que estiveram
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
este é o navio da pérola
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
para a verdade, para o amor
eu encho este copo
a fragrância veio
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
veja, eles retornam
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha

 



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