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autumn poem

a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
há qualquer um lá
se eu for muito certo
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
eu gosto d
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala

 



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