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baby shower poem

eu estive
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
e nse
rosas e ouro
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
é frequentemente não assim?
escuro-eyed

 



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