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love poem

o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
o doce com fern e levantou-se
a neve sussurra sobre mim
uma milha atrás
temos nós nenhum shame?
eu disse
o prado estava rastejando
o sol está acima
quietamente, com reverance, no awe

 



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