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i love you poem

talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
trançado e tecido
a algum os deuses gordos
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
tempestade
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
eu tenho que dizer good-night
eu não posso dizê-lo agora

 



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