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love friendship poem

podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
a neve sussurra sobre mim
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
eu moldei o mundo
travails da terra
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
conseqüentemente eu não posso
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu vi a primeira pera
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte

 



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