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baby poem

nós que estiveram
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
em possa
moonlight profundo e macio
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
olhar além
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
é ido
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
eu amei uma mulher
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
algum queixou-se ao mestre

 



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