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teenage love poem

eu estou cantando-lhe
veja, eles retornam
ido antes de nós
travails da terra
o mais saddest do ano
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
cai aqui nenhuma luz
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
nós colocamos
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro

 



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