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baby poem

mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
o alvorecer era verde maçã
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
traga-me a canção macia
era uma oysterman novo alto
eu encho este copo
levantado dos mortos
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita

 



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