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sad love poem

eu ganhei a raça
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
a noite era preta e drear
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
ame-me no último, ou se você não
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
o alvorecer era verde maçã
qual eu desejo observar
trançado e tecido
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite

 



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