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a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
eu não queimo nenhum incense
um pensamento doce solemn
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
há qualquer um lá
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
sad são que sabem não o amor
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
desolado e solitário
onde deva mim encontre-o

 



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