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quando eu era um menino na faculdade
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
ao amante passionate
eu disse
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
o corpo pode confinar
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol

 



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