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sad love poem

frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
simplicity
no alvorecer, disse
săo idos os tręs, aquelas irmăs raras
acima de e para baixo vai
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
com alegria e maravilha
para prestar atençăo o dia inteiro ŕ onda azul ondular e quebrar
muito bem, vocę liberais
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
nobility da morte outra vez
eu encho este copo
eu vi os archangels em minha maçă-árvore última noite
a festa real foi feita

 



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