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romantic poem

cara esposa
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
têm você não ouvido
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
em números mournful
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
eu estou morrendo
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
o que era ele os motores ditos
todo meu amor para meu doce
têm você andar visto através da vila
era muitas e muito um ano há

 



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