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teen love poem

é ido
cidade que não é uma cidade
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
veja, eles retornam
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious

 



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