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sad love poem

os dias endeared a cada MUSE
eu estou morrendo
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
eu sou uma mulher
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
eu não queimo nenhum incense
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
para a verdade, para o amor
as canções velhas
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você

 



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