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e como poderia você sonho da reunião
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
você é bonito e desvanecido
sob a folha dusky do laurel
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
escuro-eyed
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
temos nós nenhum shame?
gloom
todo meu amor para meu doce

 



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