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short love poem

frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
cara esposa
era uma oysterman novo alto
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
em números mournful
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
ao amante passionate
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
eu estou morrendo
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa

 



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