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romantic love poem

há qualquer um lá
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
no porto de york novo
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
escute o mar soando
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
porque
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
este é o navio da pérola

 



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