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break up poem

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
simplesmente falando
eu gosto d
lá pela janela na casa velha
porque
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
era muitas e muito um ano há
deve ir para trás, disse
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
era uma beleza nos dias
diga-me não

 



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