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teenage love poem

eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
eu tive um medo em minha vida
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu estou cantando-lhe
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
e ainda andaram sobre
balançado no berço do profundo
eu vou minha maneira complacently
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
fala não bem
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
onde deva mim encontre-o
nobility da morte outra vez
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola

 



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