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love poem

pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
homem frio stern
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
antes do saint de bronze solemn
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
você ouve a chuva?
diga-me não
era uma oysterman novo alto
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
qual se mantem

 



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